“Focus your attacks on the back!” Ossrey commanded urgently as he threw his severed fingers to the ground. His rank didn’t qualify him to give out orders to the knights, but no one disobeyed despite Sina and Haselle’s absence. Meanwhile, Ossrey was concerned as to how long the knights of the Blue Rose could last against the Templar.

“You, and you there! Take this heretic with you and leave the front line! Go hand him over to the Order of the White Crow at the White Crow Citadel!” Ossrey ordered.

“But…!”

“Go! Now!”

The knights could only nod helplessly.

Meanwhile, Ossrey looked toward Arwain—his appearance was wretched to the point where it was unclear whether he was alive or not; he looked more like a gray corpse covered with dust and blood rather than a Templar.

However, his movements were more alive than ever.

The knights’ body soared into the sky whenever Arwain swung his hammer. Even their shields were no use—the knights fell on the ground and couldn’t get back on their feet. If it was difficult to attack the knights, he would attack their horses’ heads. The knights wondered if anyone in the world could block Arwain’s monstrous hammer.

‘Can a Templar’s shield really stop him?’

Ossrey was afraid, but he had no choice but to charge at Arwain.

One of the knights thrust his spear toward Arwain’s waist, only to slip up and give Arwain a chance to smash his skull.

This battle was...